You know something?
I`d love not be loved...
Love ever pains me so hard!
Look at me and you`ll see
How sad-happy I am.
Loneliness has a kind of strange happiness.
But jilted-love sickness is more bitter than sadness!
Pain from breach of trust just shatters to debris.
No. Kipling`s 'If ' does not work that good!
I fear lest I lose the love that I have for me, in me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A jilted love keeps you on your toes Seeking goodness, avoiding ho's